silk into the raven hair o\ue001 a wig on its tabletop stand. His own hair was almost exactly the same color o\ue001 black, but closely cropped, the short growth even, suggesting that he had shaved his head a
man\u2019s skin was a deep chocolate brown, almost as dark as his jet- black hair, a \ue001act that made his eyes appear larger than they were, giving him the appearance o\ue001 an innocent.
but canted his head slightly down and to his right, a mannerism he had when he knew the answer to something but was thinking it through, just to be certain. Lips still closed, he took a quick dart o\ue001 breath through his nose.
so startled would hesitate in his own de\ue001ense, and a moment o\ue001 hesitation is an opportunity in which to attack. At very least that is how I see it, sir.\u201d
The pirate laughed again and started another ribbon into the wig. He turned it to look at his work. The younger man watched and then cleared his throat.
you took the crew . . . ?\u201d
\u201cYou sold all the rest o\ue001 the . . . cargo. Yet you did not sell me.
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